Chapter Thirty-Seven: Looks Like I'm Wrong in the Script
"Jack the Ripper?" Ma Shuangcheng held his chin, then nodded and said, "I've heard it, it seems that the legend seems to be a doctor, in order to cover up the royal scandal and the like, why do you commit murder......"
"That's just a rumor." Chu Yuan said that he seemed to know more about this character, "For this serial murderer who appeared in London at the end of the nineteenth century, no one knows who his true face is, I didn't expect it to appear in the mission world, if his true face is really exposed......"
Linn disagreed: "It's just in the mission world, and it has nothing to do with reality." Is there really a vampire Dracula in reality? ”
"I think this still needs to be paid attention to." Ma Shuangcheng was also thinking, he said, "My target in this mission world is Dracula, but for no reason there is an unrelated Jack the Ripper, I don't believe that this is just a background story, maybe there will be some connection with Dracula." ”
"The legendary great vampire Dracula disguised himself as a serial murderer to hunt down prostitutes?" Linn didn't believe it, "I shouldn't think about it......"
"I think it's better to go and see the situation at the scene and make a decision, even if it doesn't matter, we still have clues about Mina's side." Ma Shuangcheng finally made a decision.
When the captain saw this, they all agreed to this decision, and the group hurriedly followed in the direction where the previous policemen left.
Despite being London's poorer East Town, you can see the last glory of the empire, and the huge city of two million people is full of people coming and going, with horse-drawn carriages coming and going, and even the occasional early car running rampant down the road. The streets are full of vendors selling newspapers and other groceries. And in almost every alley, there are street children or beggars begging there, and almost every moment someone will find that the thief has stolen his wallet or other items and is scolding.
Although the group seemed a little out of place with the surrounding environment, at least after blending in with the crowd, there was no too attractive anomaly.
"When I said that London was the fog capital, I thought it was referring to the weather, but I didn't expect it to mean environmental pollution." Linn frowned and looked at the sky, the entire sky in Dongcheng District was gray, and the air was filled with all kinds of cinder-like particles.
Not far away, along the banks of the River Thames, huge factory chimneys are constantly emitting black smoke, and the sewage discharged from the river flows into the Thames, giving off a foul smell throughout the river.
"Hmph, the air here is filled with the copper stench of capitalism and imperialism." Although several people were a little uncomfortable, the most ugly face among them was Li Wuxian. In late Victorian London, where the sun never sets, when imperial capitalism flourished, Li Wuxian couldn't wait to pick up the Londoners next to him with blank faces, shouting together that the proletariat of the whole world should unite, and then led those workers to break through the Parliament Hall at Westminster Abbey and ring Big Ben in the Parliament Hall, announcing the end of evil capitalism and so on.
It's just that Li Wuxian also knows that they are in the mission world now, no matter what they do, they can't affect the reality, and the most important thing at present is to complete the current goal, so he just complained a few words: "In this kind of imperialist capitalist tumor rampant, I am not surprised that all kinds of so-called vampires, ghosts, snakes, gods and the like have popped up." ”
After about half an hour, they came to the Whitechapel district, a little north of East London, and it could be seen that the streets of this area were full of cheap hotels, and many low-class prostitutes in short skirts, with their ankles exposed, their hair down, and heavy makeup, were hovering in front of the doors and alleys of those hotels, but their expressions seemed to be very frightened, as if something terrible had happened here.
A few people also knew that it should be around here. Sure enough, not far away, an alley was crowded with a group of citizens and a lot of cheap prostitutes looking inside, and they were also talking among themselves. And many police officers were there to maintain order, and they were constantly scolding those in the front row who were too crowded, but they couldn't stop them from watching.
Several people glanced at each other, and they all nodded, and then, with their skills beyond ordinary people, they decisively squeezed in, and after a while, they came to the front row.
It's just that even in the front row, they can't clearly see what is happening in the alley, except for the piles of police, they can only see blood splatters everywhere, and a pair of naked feet stained with blood and mud.
"I'm sorry, please give way." Just as several people were thinking about what else they could do to see more clearly, two more people squeezed in, and then walked straight towards the scene of the murder.
The two of them made a deep impression on them, one of them was about forty years old, wearing a black tuxedo, holding a cane and a top hat, he was about 1.8 meters tall, although he was quite tall but he looked very thin, a sharp hooked nose and sharp eyes made him look unusually sharp and alert.
The other one was about the same age as the previous one, but the bearded beard he wore made him look older, of average height, slightly fat, but also quite strong.
Those policemen also seemed to know the two of them, and when they saw the two walking towards the scene of the murder, they all avoided the road, but the white-haired officer led by one of them frowned slightly and said to the two: "Why did you come here?" ”
"It caused a sensation all over England...... No, the serial murders of the whole Europa world, if I don't come to see it for myself, how can I endure it? The tall and thin middle-aged man smiled slightly, "Scotland Yard is afraid that there is no clue about the news of this mysterious murderer, right?" I have heard that Her Majesty the Honourable Queen is also very concerned about this case. ”
"This is our business, and it's not the turn of ordinary citizens to interfere." The officer said dissatisfiedly, "Please get out of here first, don't interfere with our investigation." ”
"You can save this sentence for McCroft, although I would love to try to see if I can catch the murderer, but Congress seems to be in a hurry."
"Hmph...... We'll catch the executioner without you......" Despite that, the officer moved out of the way and let the two men walk to the scene.
When I was wondering who those two people were, suddenly a policeman who had intercepted the team before suddenly found a few people crowded at the front, and he hurriedly said to the officer: "Sir, these Orientals appeared in the south of Dongcheng District just now, and I felt very suspicious at that time and wanted to investigate them, but I didn't expect them to appear here!" ”
"Huh?" When the police officer heard this, he also looked at Zhu Jue and the others, he hurriedly waved his hand, and let a few policemen meet him, and then he asked, "What are you doing!" What are a few foreigners doing when they come to the scene of the murder! ”
Just as a few people were feeling bad, someone suddenly took their place.
"Don't worry, my friend, they're not suspicious." The tall and thin middle-aged man walked towards a few people on crutches, "These friends from the Far East are my specially invited guests, I heard that there is an accident here, so they came here with me to check it out, let them come in too, they will help us." ”
"It's not in order!" The officer said to the tall, thin middle-aged man.
"No, no, no, the House of Parliament has already given me a letter, and I have the right to use my own methods to find the murderer, and everyone below Scotland Yard cannot interfere except for cooperating with me." As he spoke, he pulled out an envelope from the inside of his coat and handed it to the officer.
The police officer took the envelope, opened it and took out a copy of the document, looked at it a few times, and his face suddenly became very ugly: "The big people above must be crazy......" Then he waved his hand and signaled to a few people to let them go.
"Come with me, friend, let's go see what's going on at the scene." The tall and thin middle-aged man said.
Although a few people were a little inexplicable, they still walked to the side of the middle-aged man.
"I appreciate your help." Ma Shuangcheng asked softly in puzzlement, "But who are you?" ”
"You can call me Sherlock." The tall, thin middle-aged man also smiled and replied, "Sherlock Holmes." ”
(Because it's almost a little bit of information.,So this chapter is over.,This chapter is yesterday's update.,There are two more chapters today)
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